This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: ...sir. Jones. Now, look here! Business is business, and fun is fun. Here we are, after a hard day's ride in a blustering storm, stuck fast--positively snow-bound, at a wayside inn, with a strong probability of being so for the next three days. Brown. Well, what do I care about that? Blast the storm, confound the inn, and ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 Excerpt: ...sir. Jones. Now, look here! Business is business, and fun is fun. Here we are, after a hard day's ride in a blustering storm, stuck fast--positively snow-bound, at a wayside inn, with a strong probability of being so for the next three days. Brown. Well, what do I care about that? Blast the storm, confound the inn, and bother you! Jones. But I don't choose to be bothered. I got out of the coach first. I engaged the best room: I am directed to this--Brown. And here you are. But I tell you what, sir: there's but one decent room in the house; and if you are the man to selfishly secure the most comfortable quarters, to the exclusion of your fellow-travellers, to leave your companions out in the cold, I am not the man to selfishly see you do it. So here I stay. Sits R. of fire.) I've had a pretty good blowing from the storm outside; if you can beat that, why, blow away. Jones. Now, isn't this pleasant? This comes of attempting a journey in that played-out vehicle of locomotion, the stage-coach, mixing one's-self with nobody knows who. Look here, sir, this is my room: you'll oblige me by leaving it quietly. Brown. No, sir: "My foot is on my native hearth, my name's Micaber." Jones. Oh, murder! Your foot's on my corns. Look here, Mic-what's-your-name: there's quite enough of that. (Sits L. of fire.) Now, come, do go, that's a good fellow. The landlord's got a nice room on the next floor. Brown. Has he? Then you take it: you've higher ideas than I have. Jones. Now, this is too bad. Is it not enough that I've been jostled all day in a stage-coach?--Brown. I should say it was quite enough. Confound all stage-coaches! say I. Jones. And confound all bothering travellers, who get into other people's room! Brown. Confound them, with all my heart. Jones. Oh, dea...
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